Mister Robinson's a Capricorn like Jesus
He'd be a happy man if he knew how to
Turn water into wine, water into wine
He likes Fleetwood Mac
And selected tracks from Elton John
But his favourite song is one of mine
And he says that he's found God
But it's hard to tell
I wonder if he's caught between
The heaven of the bottle
And the fires of hell
Mister Robinson's a picky pescatarian
And he fortifies his coffee in the morning
To get him through the day, to get him through the day
He doesn't like spicy foods
And his diet's strictly gluten free, and dairy free, and sugar free
But he used to be a model
So I guess he's just watching his weight
He still scrubs up pretty good
For a court date
Ooh ooh ooh
Mister Robinson likes to give me presents
But he won't confess their provenance
It's probably better not to ask, better not to ask
He's a knight in shining armour
And he wants to be a farmer
And he wants to get a cat
Oh there are so many dreams
Under that Akubra hat
And I hope he finds a way to a better path
But for now he is my friend who lives in the park
Ooh ooh ooh